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[anniexkillyou]

"God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her child with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cries heard under the rubble of war. God is in the debris of wasted opportunity and lives, and God is with us if we are with them."

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[danielthelion]

Yesterday while walking beneath an overpass, I saw the figure of Jesus standing barefoot on broken glass. His beard was graying; the smell of urine filled the air, asking if I had some change, anything that I could spare.

Emaciated, His shaking fists balled up, influenza and pneumonia, begging God to take his cup. So different from his pictures, breathing air through yellowed tubes, Jesus Christ, dying of AIDS, can look right through you.

And all have hated, crucified, and walked away, the Savior of the prostitutes, drunkards, rapists, and the gays.

Under bridges, with hands raised, from the ghettos they praise His name. broke and crippled in the dark of night, raise your voices to Jesus Christ.

Hallelujah.

[powleenuh]

amen.

[nemesis5]

god is in the box. which i open and close.